All human souls are corrupted and dark, but her soul caught my attention. It was good and pure. The soul I had been looking for all this time. It has to be mine. It will be mine. © Copyright. 2014 @rippedskinnyjeans. All rights reserved.

"You know, most of us are just fallen angels, but some of us were just born in Hell," His deep voice utters, a small grin playing at his lips, and I know he's straight from Hell. NEWLY REVISED AND RE-WRITTEN VERSION BEING DONE NOW AND WILL BE AVAILABLE IN BOOK FORM SOON

secrets are harmless, aren't they? [ highest ranking #90 in fanfiction - 2015.06.25 ]

"To break the curse is to kill the one who casted it upon you." Book #1 Trailer is made by: @BoundToLove Highest rank: #51 in Fanfiction

"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

it's just another day for mab. her days consist of seeing the same man stalking her. but she's never told anyone since she isn't bothered or scared by him. in fact, mab doesn't show any kind of emotions. she's as cold as a rock until this man kidnaps her.

"Haper, jump!" "No!" ~ ~ ~ wil • der • ness n. an uncultivated, uninhabited, and inhospitable region ~ ~ ~ she didn't want to go into the wilderness . she didn't want to until she saw him

Elude (əˈlo͞od): evade or escape from (a danger, enemy, or pursuer), typically in a skillful or cunning way. In which Harry Styles finds himself enamored with his boss' fiancée.

"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES

"My true name is Asmodeus," Harry growls, his top lip curling into a snarl as he takes a step towards me. "I am one of seven Princes of Hell, the embodiment of lust, the commander of hundreds of legions of Demons. One day soon, I will rule over all of Hell. I will be king." He reaches me in three silent strides, standing so close that his preternatural heat envelops me, suffocates me. Using a long, slender finger, he traces the curve of my bottom lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Any air left in my lungs is expelled in a sharp exhale when he blinks; the striking green of his irises, and the whites of his eyes are replaced with solid black, like icy pools of onyx. "And you, Daniella," he whispers with a scrutinizing tilt of his head, "are going to help me." - CHECK INTRODUCTION FOR LIST OF TRIGGER WARNINGS